Thran has two islands, the inner island is relatively small, but it is home to the Grey Tower and the Council of the Nine Rings, and is also a sacred place in the hearts of all mages.

The outer islands are semi-ring-shaped, thousands of miles long from north to south, with mountains and rivers interlaced and complex terrain. The coastline is rugged and broken due to the erosion of ocean currents, and near the port of Dover, there is a series of near-strait bays, which are full of rocks and turbulent currents.

After the unfortunate Allegri fell into the water, he was lucky enough to catch a dead log, and he naturally held on tightly to avoid being buried in the sea. But in this way, they lose control of the direction, and can only go down the river and resign themselves to fate.

It didn't take long for him to be swept into a fjord by the surging tide. He lay on the driftwood, stumbling through the rocks, where the current was more rapid, and he was constantly tossed up and down by the tide, and he was soaked from head to toe, and the locks of his hair stuck to his forehead, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Allegri struggled to get out of the water, and breathed heavily, and the salty sea water immediately poured into his throat, and he had to close his mouth, but he could not stop his nostrils, and choked on the drowning, and then he coughed violently.

The water was cold, he shivered, and as the heat drained, his body began to stiffen and his mind blurred. The place where the body was touched by the reef was even more painful.

If you continue like this, you will not be choked to death, but you will also be frozen to death. Allegri bit the tip of his tongue to sober himself up, the night was dark, and the lighthouse could be seen in the distance, he barely recognized the situation around him, tried to control the driftwood beneath him, and leaned towards the boulder next to him.

The first attempt, no success. Violent impacts. Instead, his hands went numb and he almost fell off the driftwood. Brushing himself by the boulder, he had no chance to try again. I had to look for the next target.

Again and again, he gained nothing but bruises and wounds on his body. On a few occasions, the tip of the driftwood even landed on the stone ridge, but before he could move it. When the waves hit, he was washed back into the water.

Allegri became more and more desperate, and even his movements were a little deformed. But just as he was about to give up, the driftwood happened to be pinned in the crack of the stone, and the wood was horizontal, almost throwing him out. He hurriedly grabbed the raised stone ridge. Strain your hands and feet. Inch by inch, climb up.

I don't know how long it took, he finally climbed to the top of the reef, about five meters long and three meters wide, uneven, afraid that he would fall down if he turned over, but even so, this is the largest reef nearby. At least for now, it shows no signs of being flooded.

Allegri lay there. Gasping for air. The cold wind was howling, the rocks were cold and hard, and with all his strength, he barely turned over and lay on his back on the reef, staring at the starry night sky.

This...... Did you survive?

Allegri didn't know. All he could do was take off his clothes and wring out the water, then put it back on, curling up in a ball to preserve as much body temperature as possible.

It was probably the worst bed he'd ever encountered. He wasn't even sure if he had fallen asleep or passed out.

Before the last shred of consciousness was gone, Allegri slowly closed his eyes, his only wish was that he would wake up again the next day.

The weather is clear and the sun is shining warmly, making people drowsy.

Allegri sat up and looked around in disbelief. The calm sea, the slightly rippling blue waves, was it really the angry sea that almost swallowed him last night?

What finally made him confirm this was the jagged rocks of various shapes. They stand quietly in the water like natural sculptures, but Allegri knows first-hand how lethal they are in the currents.

Thinking of this, he began to ache all over his body again, especially his chest, abdomen and left calf, it seemed that the bones were broken, and other places such as abrasions and bruises were even more innumerable, and it could be said that he was covered with scaly wounds.

But in any case, he is still alive.

It was on this reef that Allegri stayed for most of the day before he gradually regained his strength. Since yesterday, he has not eaten a drop of water, he is thirsty and hungry, but he has searched everywhere, and the only catch is a few shells and seaweed attached to the rock wall, which he can barely break open and eat, but he is even hungrier.

You can't stay here and die, you have to swim back to shore. Allegri, who was hungry, was soberly aware of his situation. He straightened up and looked into the distance, and found that the nearest coastline was to the northwest, about two or three miles away.

This distance is not far, as long as you are a little familiar with water, you can swim through. But the problem is that Allegri is not even proficient in dog planing, and it is really difficult for a strong man to let him swim back to shore.

Looking at the bottomless sea, he temporarily dismissed this idea and turned to look for other ways. If a ship passes by, it would be nice to be able to rescue him along the way, but how can an ordinary boat come to such a reef-covered fjord?

Allegri was short-sighted, and could not see the sea farther away, and after shouting for help for a while without receiving any response, he had to admit that there was only one way to swim back.

Perhaps the only good news is that the dead wood is still stuck in the crack in the stone, not washed away by the current. He slid down cautiously, but the experience of last night made Allegri still palpitate, and he did not dare to enter the water for a long time. He stopped there and continued to look at the coast, waiting for someone to pass by. But from beginning to end, there was no one, and I didn't know how desolate it was.

Allegri, who hesitated for a long time and had no other choice, had to endure the pain, pull the dead wood out, and then lie on it, kick hard, and swim towards the shoreline.

His chest was aching, his left leg was hurting, and he hugged the driftwood with one hand, and paddled with the remaining one leg and walked forward with great difficulty. The so-called still water is deep, and there are undercurrents lurking under the seemingly calm sea, and several times, he has deviated from the direction, and must use the nearby reef to stop and set sail again.

In this way, the distance of more than two miles is divided into short sections and short sections. At each stop, he pre-selected the next stop. Or a dozen meters, or tens of meters, seemingly unreachable distances. And so it shortened little by little, until the last hundred meters.

With no place to stay, Allegri looked up and saw that the sea was flat and wide, reaching the beach opposite, and then a high cliff.

No wonder no one passed by, it turned out that there was a mountain cliff to block it. He thought to himself. At the same time, adjust your breathing and restore your strength.

His body was close to overdraw, and every muscle was sore. The so-called rest, in fact, does not do much. Food and water are what he needs most at this time, otherwise the longer he stays. Instead, it will consume the remaining stamina

Took a deep breath. Allegri swam forward. He could feel that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and his speed was getting slower and slower, and a slight flow of water could make him go in a few directions, and the original straight line became a diagonal line, but with that instinct to survive. He still repeats the paddling motions mechanically, moving forward. Further onwards.

His vision blurred, and he didn't know if it was seawater or sweat. Finally, his arm was in the water, but he couldn't move anymore, and Allegri lay on the driftwood, his eyes drifting away.

Until a big wave crashed behind him, he struggled to raise his head, and found that the night was low, the stars were dotting, and the sea around him began to surge, and the tide opened its mouth and was ready to roar again.

Or, swallow the prey in your mouth.

Aware of the imminent crisis, Allegri panicked and subconsciously hugged the dead wood. But in the tide, this rare floating object has become a burden that hinders him from landing, and this guy who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard will only go with the flow, but ignore his wishes.

The last thirty meters, he was from the coast, and only the last thirty meters remained. But the driftwood is dripping and spinning, and even has a tendency to turn backwards.

In that case, Allegri would have relived yesterday's scene, or would have been washed back into the sea for an even more tragic fate.

This is the real way out, he gritted his teeth, suddenly pushed away the dead wood, and swam to the shore more than twenty meters away with the clumsy posture he had realized in the past two days.

In fact, he only needs to swim the first ten meters to step on the ground. But swimming with a log is different from now, after all, he fluttered in the water for a while, barely swam out a meter or two, and the rest of his strength was used to ensure that he would not sink.

The tide rushed through him like a beast, pushing him forward, and in a single moment, it overwhelmed all his efforts. But before he could finish his joy, the tide pulled him back, and the distance between him and the shore was still no more than twenty meters.

It seemed that he could only rely on himself, and Allegri rushed forward. His nose was choked, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to gasp, but his mouth was filled with seawater, which was salty and bitter, his eyes were sour and uncomfortable, and his ears began to buzz. For a moment, he couldn't even tell the direction, and he didn't know where to swing his hands and feet.

Even people who are familiar with water need to adapt to the sea, let alone a landlubber.

The more panicked, the more they forgot how to coordinate their limbs, the more they held their breath, the more they wanted to open their mouths to breathe, which is a common problem of drowning people, and Allegri is no exception.

The sea squeezed his head from all sides, suffocating and uncomfortable, and he couldn't hear any sound in his ears, but it seemed to roar, until finally, Allegri's eyes went black and he lost consciousness completely.

I don't know how long it took for Allegri to wake up again.

He was lying on the beach, surrounded by sand, pebbles, and weeds.

Live, survived? He blinked, tried to turn over, but couldn't do it anyway. There was no strength in his hands and feet, and all over his body, the pain went from the skin and flesh into the bones, and he couldn't help but exhale in pain when he moved slightly.

Allegri could feel the hoarse voice, and the heat in his throat was probably because he had drunk too much seawater.

His stomach was still a little swollen, but it didn't give him any satiety. Hunger and thirst, like two wolves, gnawed at his nerves and urged him to find food and fresh water.

If you don't have the strength, you can't get up and look for it, and if you can't find it, you will have even less strength.

Is this going to be like this, starving to death?" Allegri thought, but after a moment he rejected the idea again, no, no, he would die of thirst first.

Unable to roll over, at least turn his head sideways, he used this strange posture to observe his surroundings. The grass blocked his vision, and he could faintly see some mounds and bare bones.

Allegri was a little surprised that he had not been killed by Fadrewa's "Wind Wing Technique", nor had he been drowned in the raging sea, and he had drifted to and fro, and finally drifted to a cemetery on the island of Thurland.

However, those white bones ...... After looking at it for a long time with nothing to do, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Most of those bones were too thin, not like human bones, not like cows, sheep and livestock, but like cats and dogs.

Could it be that the Thrans are bored enough to build a graveyard for their pets, or is this a special hobby of some necromancer?

Allegri began to think crankily, and now he only had his thoughts to turn.

Hunger reached the extreme, and it turned to numbness, and he lay on his stomach on the beach, his face turned sideways, waiting for death to come. But for some reason, he always felt that there was another force in his body, which was still encouraging him to persevere.

The force was weak, but it was slowly repairing his body. It's like a clear spring, watering the dry earth, but the land is too vast, and the spring water is too little, I don't know what year and month, before the old view can be restored.

Allegri frowned slightly, felt it for a moment, and finally suddenly realized. He didn't expect that when even he had given up, it turned out to be the "Bright Godhead" in his body, still indomitable and struggling to survive.

Perhaps, you should be the same?

Allegri smiled bitterly, he couldn't even stand up, even if he had this heart, he didn't have the strength to spare.

Night fell again, and a faint warmth arose in his body, helping him dispel the cold on his body. Allegri finally understood why he had survived to this day, and if he hadn't had the "Bright Godhead" to ward off the cold, he might have frozen to death that night on the reef. And when he was in the sea, it should be because of this godhead that he was not drowned until he was pushed to the beach by the tide, right?

It seems that it is not useless either.

With this thought in mind, Allegri fell into a deep sleep again. In a daze, he vaguely felt that a furry thing was leaning against his side.

Is it a beast? what if it's going to eat itself?" Allegri thought alertly, but his body had no intention of waking up, so he had no choice but to give up and fall asleep again.

... (To be continued......)